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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLV, Issue 23, 7 December 1910, Page 11

Little William, aged five, said naughty words. One day he asked to be allowed to go play with Benjamin, aged live, and Margaret, three. “You can go,” said William's mother, “if you promise not to say any bad words." William promised. Upon his return his mother asked him if he had kept his word. "Yes,” he said, “except once when I forgot.” “Why, how was that, William?” “Well,” he said, “we wuz talking about what we'd like to be when we grew up, and Alargaret she said ( Margaret admired extravagantly the hose wagon as it frequently dashed past from the hosehouse at the end of the street) she’d like to be a fireman. And I said: ‘Oh h 1, I'd sh’d think you'd like to be a lady!’” Gladys: Why are you going to all that bother to open that letter, Aland? Maud: Oh, I had a quarrel with George, and intend to send his letter back unopened; but I just thought I would Me what he said before I returned it.’